From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables

Among them were Bo Lianye and Bo Yujiang.

Bo Lianye took out a banner from her bag and opened it. The banner read: “Welcome home Dr. Bo with honor.”

Bo Lianye said, “Uncle might have changed a lot, but I’m sure I’ll recognize him at first sight, because he must be the most handsome and charming man in the crowd, without a doubt.”

At that moment, a woman next to her noticed the banner and exclaimed, “Are you friends of Dr. Bo?”

Bo Yujiang smiled and said, “Is there a problem?”

She noticed that the woman was holding a microphone and there was a tall man with a camera behind her.

A journalist?

The woman said, “I am He Xiaoyun, a journalist from The People Magazine. Dr. Bo, as an outstanding representative of the international medical community, has attracted great attention from the domestic medical community with his return. Dr. Bo’s contributions to the medical community go far beyond this. He has returned home with honors, and our magazine has prepared a special program for him. It would be great if we could interview Dr. Bo today.”

Bo Lianye’s face beamed with pride. Her uncle was just that remarkable.

Bo Yujiang laughed and said, “I see, but we are not Dr. Bo’s friends.”

He Xiaoyun looked disappointed: “I’m sorry, I must have bothered you.”

“We are his family members.”

Bo Yujiang’s words immediately lit up hope in He Xiaoyun’s eyes.

“Are you Dr. Bo’s wife and daughter?”

Bo Yujiang’s face stiffened. Did she look that old?

But Bo Lianye was very pleased. “Reporter, it seems that you don’t know much about your interviewee. Hasn’t anyone told you that Dr. Bo is still a golden bachelor?”

He Xiaoyun quickly apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I was careless.”

Bo Yuxun was simply too low-key. Aside from his academic papers and achievements, there was nothing about his privacy on the internet. A man in his thirties, successful in his career, should have a loving wife and daughter, and a happy life in her perception.

Therefore, seeing the two women of different ages in front of her, she had assumed they were Dr. Bo’s wife and daughter.

“I am Dr. Bo’s sister, and she is his niece,” Bo Yujiang explained.

“Oh, I see. You are Dr. Bo’s family.” The admiration and envy in the woman’s eyes made Bo Yujiang feel better.

“I have a bold request. Our magazine is going to do a special report on Dr. Bo. He has been overseas for many years, and there have actually been rumors that he doesn’t get along with his family. If you could appear in the interview, those rumors would naturally be debunked. Dr. Bo is a talented genius who shouldn’t be held hostage by such gossip. You don’t have to do anything, just take a photo.”

Bo Lianye frowned and pulled Bo Yujiang’s sleeve, signaling her not to pay attention to the journalist.

Regardless of the kind of journalist, they were all trying to grab attention. Instead of focusing on her uncle’s career and contributions, they aimed to expose his private life. Wasn’t that putting the cart before the horse? What was the difference from those paparazzi in the entertainment industry?

Bo Yujiang gently smiled, “I’m sorry, but without my brother’s consent, we can’t accept your photography request.”

Bo Lianye took her aside and muttered, “You shouldn’t have told her about our relationship with our uncle just now. What if she takes pictures secretly?”

Bo Yujiang gracefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her demeanor elegant and quiet. She softly smiled and said, “It’s okay, she won’t dare to do it.”

“These journalists have no bottom line. Who knows what they’ll do?”

Bo Lianye glanced at the time, “It’s been fifteen minutes since the plane landed. He should be coming out now.”

People were gradually coming out of the exit. Bo Lianye held up her banner, and anyone who came out of the exit saw it first. It was definitely eye-catching.

Most people had already come out, but Bo Lianye still hadn’t seen Bo Yuxun. She was getting a bit anxious, “What is Uncle doing? Why isn’t he coming out yet?”

Bo Yujiang closely watched the exit, her nails gently digging into her palm.

When the crowd had almost dispersed, a tall figure walked out alone. Bo Lianye pointed at the man and excitedly said, “Uncle… It’s Uncle!”

Bo Yujiang saw him too. The man was very tall, probably about 1.9 meters. The Bos had tall genes, even the adopted Bo Yujian had a stunning height. Bo Lianye’s height was also unrivaled among her peers.

The man was wearing a light gray turtleneck sweater and a black long coat, which accentuated his slender figure even more. He didn’t look like he was approaching forty at all, but rather like a young man in his early twenties.

Carrying a backpack on his back and pushing a silver luggage case in one hand, the man walked through an empty hallway, exuding a lonely and cold aura. Even before getting close to him, people would already feel their hearts shivering in cold.

Ming Jing stood on the edge of the crowd, her gaze piercing through the sea of people to catch a glimpse of that slender figure.

Getting closer to the people, Bo Yujiang heard the gasps of surprise: “That man is so handsome…”

“Is he a celebrity? He’s too handsome!”

“My goodness, his body is amazing! Look at those legs, it’s like he just walked out of a Korean drama!”

“Celebrities from Korean dramas can’t even compare to a handsome man like this. His aura is just spectacular…”

“Uncle!” Bo Lianye excitedly shook the banner in her hand.

The man heard the sound and looked up.

Across a few meters of distance, Bo Yujiang suddenly felt a piercing chill, her heart tightened and she unconsciously grasped the corner of her clothes.

What kind of eyes were those? Had they seen the gentleness of the Jiangnan water towns? The scene of heavy snowfall was the landscape in his eyes.

The once warm and gentle embrace was now cold, after experiencing the world’s tribulations, the man seemed more like a lone boatman with a straw cloak.

The man paused briefly, looking extremely composed as he walked out in comparison to Bo Lianye’s excitement.

Bo Lianye hugged the man tightly and choked out, “Uncle, you finally came back. I’ve missed you so much!”

The man stood still, his eyes slightly downcast and his eyebrows furrowing.

“Lian Ye?”

Bo Lian Ye looked up from the man’s arms and nodded enthusiastically, “Yes, uncle, you couldn’t have forgotten me.”

She stared at the man in front of her, the uncle she remembered, he used to be warm, sunny, and loved to smile. His nickname was Little Sun, warming everyone around him. But now, the uncle’s face no longer had a smile, he became cold, lonely, and seemed like a completely different person.

But she could still sense her uncle’s presence in him.

He raised a hand, as if wanting to stroke her hair, but the hand that was raised still fell back down in the end.

“I know it’s you, Lian Ye.”

Bo Lianye sniffled, and said with a hint of grievance, “Uncle, you used to love me so much, but now I feel so unfamiliar and scared when I look at you.”

Twelve years was enough time to change many things.

The man curved his lips into a smile, but his eyes held no trace of joy, instead, they were like a bottomless cold abyss.

“I will always be your uncle.” The man’s deep and magnetic voice held a hint of hoarseness.

Bo Lianye laughed and upon seeing Bo Yujiang standing aside, she immediately pulled her over.

“Uncle, she is aunt, she came back when you went abroad, you haven’t met aunt before, right?”

Bo Yujiang gave a gentle smile, saying with poise, “Second brother, hello, I am A Jiang.”

The man’s eyes fell on her face, carrying a hint of scrutiny and inquiry. There was no joy of meeting a long-lost sister in his expression.

Bo Lianye became genuinely scared, because she had heard from her grandmother that during the years Aunt A Jiang was not at home, the person who missed her the most was her uncle. It was a kind of telepathy between the twins. Twelve years ago, Uncle suddenly fainted on the operating table, and it almost killed him, scaring grandma to death.

Not long after, Aunt A Jiang returned. When grandma mentioned Uncle’s sudden fainting, Aunt A Jiang said she had a car accident that day.

But there was no joy in Uncle’s eyes when he looked at Aunt A Jiang, nor was there any sense of cherishing something lost and regained, only a cold scrutiny.

Could it be that grandma was lying to her?

“Uncle, don’t you remember Aunt A Jiang?”

Bo Yujiang cast her eyes down, a flash of darkness flickering in her gaze. Her hand hidden in her sleeve clenched tightly, her palm already filled with sweat.